In a posting last week, I waxed nostalgic about the good old days of boozing at lunch. It's a subject that has come up a lot lately, especially with our frequent trips to Urban Flats, the sleek new restaurant in the Gulch.
Urban Flats Flatbread & Wine Co. is, after all, part wine bar, so the servers are pretty aggressive about introducing the wine list. I get it: It's part of the business plan. But I feel a little silly with the charade in which I "peruse" the wine list and issue a few hollow "umms" and "ohs" before settling on the novel decision to "stick with water." C'mon. You knew I wasn't drinking wine at lunch, I knew I wasn't drinking wine at lunch, and that was 45 awkward seconds of our lives that we can't get back.
(As I render the spurned wine list to the server, I'm tempted to over-explain, "Psst. Just so you know, I used to drink at lunch. And by the way, I didn't always drive a minivan." But, really, what's the point? I'm still going to be a low-dollar food-only ticket. My last hope of retaining any dignity is to refrain from making lemonade with the sugar packets.)
So here are my questions:
1. Who is drinking at lunch these days?
2. More importantly, when does Mad Men start up again?